All righty, friends. I PROM-ised (…boooo) to throw us a dance to celebrate making it to our fundraising milestone. Now we just have to pick a date. I really want as many people to come …

I really, really want some boots this fall. I try half-assedly every year to make this happen, but usually give up because it’s just so darn difficult. 

I’m a mid-30s woman living in a state with a full four seasons. I’m hourglassy, with a defined waist and small boobs, and a pretty big caboose.

In honor of my wonderful friend A’s birthday this week, I decided to ask a question that has kept me up nights for almost a decade.

I’m a fifth-grade teacher seeking some inspiration.  

My friend Catherine (36) and her husband Scot (38) have been married for about a year and a half now. It is her first marriage and his third.

 
I’m on a quest to track down a book that my mom read as a teen, but can’t remember the title of and thus has never been able to find again.

I have a problem. A kitty-related problem. I have two adult male cats, neutered, 6 years old.

He put this to Kat, that the pranks of teenagers tended to reveal themselves. She came back with, Occam’s razor. The simplest explanation is the right one!

I’m looking for a specific episode of a syndicated TV show (of the low-budget Canadian-produced variety) in the supernatural detective genre.